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Romance heroes are like a box of chocolates— you never know what you’re going to get until you crack open the book.
He is a sugary confectionary no woman could resist. But that’s his delicious outer shell. What’s hidden on the inside?
As a mythic healer for his people, Rhycious refuses to live in the royal palace. Instead, his home is a rugged log cabin on the edge of the woods with only his herbs as company. A closer look reveals a simple, no-nonsense man who doesn’t feel a need to prove anything to anyone. His long dark hair and warm chocolate eyes will have you falling for this hero.
It’s like visiting Ghirardelli Square at high noon in San Francisco on Valentine’s Day. Drool-worthy.
Rhycious’ surprise filling would be his character—his personal persona package that skyrockets him to the HOTness level. Though Patience disappears when he’s out gathering his herbal remedies, he never stops looking for her. Yes, he might be anything but calm and levelheaded, but he pulls open the data file drawers stored in his mind and reverts to the soldier he once was. The man never loses his focus. At least on the inside!
That right there is smooth milk chocolate with bits of crunchy toffee thrown in. Delicious!
It wasn’t the tickle of Centaur transformation that woke Rhycious up. And by all indications, it should have been. He’d fallen asleep at the edge of Patience’s bed the night before with his arms crossed under his head.
Her hair whispering across his face awoke him. She snuggled deeper into her pillow and let out a soft sigh, the faint light of the tree’s internal glow illuminating her beautiful face.
Once the metamorphosis completed, Rhycious rose from the floor amidst protesting muscles and popping joints. Opening his arms, he spread his fisted hands overhead to the gods. Then he yawned and stretched out his back.
Rhycious grinned. He hadn’t felt this good in centuries. All credit for feeling alive pointed straight back to the sleeping pixie.
Last night after she’d fallen asleep, he whispered in her ear that he loved her. Then waited for the floor to crack open and swallow him whole. If he were an honorable Centaur, he’d walk away from her after completing his mission for Queen Savella.
Hell, if he were honorable, he’d be sleeping outside. Curled up on the hard floor, freezing his nuts off, was nearly as bad.
The things we do for love.
He told himself it was the cool air on his naked ass that drove him beneath the blankets to seek her warmth. Not her inner gorgeous soul or loving character.
Rhy’s grin widened. Nor was his willingness to cuddle due to the sound of his name spoken—twice—by her sweet mouth in a rough morning-voice.
Certainly sliding his body between the smooth sheets had nothing to do with sunrise lust and Mr. Happy doing jumping jacks in anticipation.
Okay, maybe a little lust.
No fooling himself today. The Nymph with sleepy eyes and beckoning arms was the reason compelling him into her bed.
He must be insane, since he had no business falling in love with her. Involvement with him would only pave the way to her misery and grief. No true Centaur would take a woman of quality, like Patience, and shackle her to a man like himself.
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